Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
It had come out after Valerie O’Rourke bashed her own head in down at the jail. How she’d set a trap in the woods for her friend and scared her so bad she’d ran and jumped in a puddle of acid face first. First he’d ever heard of such a thing, and he’d fought in two wars.
Something he never really talks about because one of those wars wasn’t exactly on the up and up, and hardly anyone knows it even exists. But when you’re as good as he once was at killing people and your government farms you out to the highest bidder, you go where you’re sent.
Still, with all that he’d done and seen, he ain’t never heard anything like what had been done to that poor innocent woman in them woods. Women can be some vicious creatures, and in all his sixty-five years on this earth he ain’t never heard anything more horrible than that. Now the town was on tenterhooks waiting for the next bad thing to happen.
Old widow Connors swears they’re due for two more because as she says, these things always come in threes. He liked the boy well enough, and didn’t want to see him lose his life over the likes of that Sherry woman. The girl was loose as they come and everyone knows it.
Her husband is dumb as a stump and they know that too. But that didn’t give her, nor Bobby for that matter, the right to treat the poor man this way. Gil Sherry was already having a rough time of it, what with losing his job when the company he worked for downsized.
No sooner had he lost his job than his wife was on the prowl. It’s that damn place she was working at, he was sure of it. A place like that where women take off their clothes for a living is bound to put ideas in people’s heads.
Grown men sitting there day in and day out salivating over the naked flesh of women they could only dream of if they didn’t have the few dollars it took to stuff down their drawers… Old man Stone shook his head to get rid of his thoughts. The older he got the more he found his mind wandering from one mundane thing to the next without pause.
Bobby just grinned as he put on his new Beat headphones and got to work. With his headphones on he couldn’t hear a thing, which is just how he likes it. He knew everybody in town was talking about him and Melissa, but he didn’t care. It’s not like he’s the one who went after her she came looking for him.
They’d had a thing in Junior High that never went anywhere; she wasn’t as wild then as she is now. And by the time they reached high school he’d moved onto girls who put out while she and Gil became an item.
His dick had been nine inches at fourteen so coy looks and giggles weren’t going to work for him back then. He’d been fucking since thirteen, in fact before he and she even started messing around. But because she was a good girl back then, he’d had to move on.
She ended up marrying Gil while his dick was still tossing him around between women. He knew it wouldn’t make sense to get married because he was a pussy hound. That shit and wedding rings don’t mix as far as he’s concerned and he’s been able to avoid the noose though more than a few had tried to trap him once they got a ride on his anaconda. So far things has been working out just fine for him though and he’s been slick enough to avoid that noose.
Though he loves pussy, he finds that he’s more monogamous than most; he only fucks one woman at a time. It’s the thought of settling down with one for the rest of his life that keeps him away from the altar. He had no doubt that he and Melissa would be fucking for a while though.
Much longer than the three months he usually gives his pussy of the moment. Shit, it had been longer than that already with no sign of letup for either of them. He slid back under the car he’d been working on before he left, his mind already moving onto other things.
Gil Sherry was in a rush to get home. One of the women from the plant had gone into town for lunch and when she came back, the way she whispered behind her hand to everyone else but him told him that she was talking about him.
It didn’t take him long to figure out what that was about, the last time they’d done it a couple months ago, it had been about Melissa and that mechanic she was fucking. Gil felt his face flush with embarrassment as he drove his old broken down truck through the streets to home.